Posted by Chris R.
Have you ever wondered why we are naturally negative in our outlook and where the violence in our society starts?
Could it perhaps be with the nursery rhymes that we had passed down to us and which we pass on to our children and grandchildren?
Think back to your favourite nursery rhymes and you’ll see what I mean.
In my case I started thinking about Little Bo Peep – the poor wee thing lost her sheep.
That’s pretty negative for both her and the sheep.
Oh, and poor Humpty Dumpty – look at the cracking demise that he suffered.
(Moral, never sit on a wall.)
What about that miserable old farmer’s wife who went wild with the carving knife and left us with three blind and tail-less mice.
And spare a thought for the people of London when their bridge fell down.
Must have been very inconvenient.
Anyone with arachnophobia will sympathise with Little Miss Muffet.
It must have been a bit disturbing to have the eight-legged intruder sit down beside you when your squaffing a Maccas.
Her boyfriend Jack wasn’t quite nimble enough when he jumped over the candle stick and burned his toe.
Thank heavens for Aloe Vera Gel!
This very same boy Jack copped a pretty rough trot.
He innocently climbed the hill with his significant other, Jill, and promptly tumbled down and broke his crown – must have been royalty.
Georgie Porgie on the other hand, didn’t get to have a significant other because all the girls ran away when he kissed them.
Poor lonely soul.
And I seem to recall something about a Goosey Goosey Gander who grabbed an old man by the leg and helped him down the stairs face first.
Then we have the indecisive mouse who spent his day running up and down the clock.
And if I had the choice I wouldn’t be joining the old woman who lived in the shoe – most uncomfortable I reckon.
Of course we also had the little piggy who cried all the way home, and the eencey weencey spider who had an unfortunate experience in the stormwater down-pipe.
Cock a doodle do tells us that the dame lost her shoe and the master, bless his soul, lost his fiddle stick.
Last (as best I can remember) we have this big guy who growled Fee Fie Foe Fum and boasted that he was going grind the bones of an Englishman and make bread.
What a scintillating and captivating mob of characters.
There are probably a lot more that I’ve forgotten and which you can remind me of.
You might also like to submit the positive nursery rhymes you know – the only two I could come up with were Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and the jolly old king who called for his fiddlers three.
I think it could be a great idea for the Polaris Global community to show their creativity and produce their own selection of new and positive nursery rhymes.
Here’s a couple of suggestions that just fell out of the sky…
The happy little boy just loved to sing
But he’d only do it when the bells would ring.
But when they rang
He just sang and sang
Making everybody want to
Find a bell to ring.
You can dream of dragons,
You can dream of Kings,
Of cup cakes, icecream and other nice things.
Dreams can make you happy,
They’re a place to want to go
And when you’ve finished dreaming
You’ll have a smile from head to toe.
Pretty basic, I know, but maybe on the right track.
What do you reckon?
How about we hear your creative suggestions…
At the same time we maybe should be totally aware, at all times, of what we are presenting to our future generations.